Quilty!
What, what? Who's there?
Are you Quilty?
No, I'm Spartacus.
Have you come to free the slaves or something?
Are you Quilty?
Yeah. I'm Quilty, yeah, sure.
Say, what you, uh...?
What you putting your gloves on for? Your hands cold or something?
Shall we have a little chat before we start?
Before we start?
Wow.
Alrighty.
No, no. Listen, listen, listen...
let's have a game, a little lovely game of Roman Ping-Pong...
like two civilized senators.
Roman ping...
You're supposed to say, "Roman pong."
Okay, you serve. I don't mind.
I just don't mind.
Come on.
Ah...
Bet you didn't know I had that.
Roman Ping-Pong.
Kind of tricky serve to handle, eh, captain?
Kind of tricky. One of the champs taught me that.
My motto is "be prepared."
Say, you Jack Brewster? Are you?
You know who I am.
What's that? That's 3, 3-love.
Gee, I'm really winning. You want to get a rally going there.
You know, I'm not accusing you, captain, but it's sort of absurd...
the way people invade this house, without even knocking.
Four-1.
Change service. I'll take the service again, if you don't mind.
I sort of like to have it up this end, you know.
They use the telephone.
Jeez.
What's that? That must be...
Gee, I'm really winning here. I'm really winning.
I hope I don't get overcome with power.
That's about, uh, 6-1 maybe.
Let's say 6-1. No, 6-2, I'll give you another point.
Six-2, but I'm still winning.
You really don't remember me, do you?
Have you ever noticed how the champs, different champs, use their bats?
You know, some of them hold them like this, and everything.
Do you recall a girl...
called Dolores Haze?
I remember one guy didn't have a hand.
He had a bat instead of a hand. He was a real wacky...
Lolita!
Lolita, heh.
Yeah, yeah, I remember that name all right.
Maybe she made some telephone calls, who cares?
Gee.
Hey, you're a sort of bad loser, captain.
I never found a guy who'd sort of pull a gun on me when he lost a game.
Didn't anyone ever tell you...
it's not really who wins, it's how you play, like the champs.
Listen, I don't think I want to play anymore. I wanna get a drink.
Gee, I'm just dying for a drink.
I'm just dying to have a drinkie.
You're dying anyway, Quilty.
Jeez.
All my friends always put their smokies out in the drink.
It's so unsanitary.
Quilty, I want you to concentrate.
You're going to die.
Try to understand what is happening to you.
You are either Australian...
or a German refugee.
This is a gentile's house.
You'd better run along.
Think of what you did, Quilty, and think of what is happening to you now.
Say, that's a...
That's a darling little gun you got there.
That's a darling little thing.
How much a guy like you want for a darling little gun like that?
Read this.
What's this, the deed to the ranch?
It's your death sentence.
Read it.
I can't read, mister.
I never did none of that there book learning, you know.
Read it, Quilty.
Because you took advantage of a sinner
Because you took advantage
Because you took
Because you took advantage Of my disadvantage
Say, that's a dag-blasted darn good poem you done there.
When I stood Adam-naked...
Oh, Adam-naked!
You should be ashamed of yourself, captain.
Before a federal law And all its stinging stars
Tarnation! You old horn toad.
That's mighty pretty. That's a pretty poem.
Because you took advantage
It's getting a bit repetitious, isn't it?
Because... Here's another one. Because you cheated me
Because you took her at an age
- When young lads... - That's enough.
Say, what you took it away for, mister? That was getting kind of smutty there. Heh.
Do you have any last words before you die, Quilty?
Listen, Mac...
you're drunk...
and I'm a sick man.
This pistol-packing farce is becoming a sort of nuisance.
Why don't you and I sort of settle this like two civilized people...
getting together and settling something? Instead of... All right, put them up.
Do you want to die standing up or sitting down?
I want to die like a champion.
Gee.
Right in the boxing glove.
You ought to be more careful with that thing.
Listen, captain, why don't you stop trifling with life and death?
I'm a playwright, you know. I know all about this sort of tragedy...
and comedy and fantasy and everything.
I've got 52 successful scenarios to my credit...
added to which, my father's a policeman. You look like a music lover to me.
Why don't you let...
Why don't you let me play you a little thing...
I wrote last week.
Nice sort of opening, that.
We could dream up some lyrics maybe. You and I dream them up together...
you know, share the profits.
Do you think that'll make the hit parade?
"The moon was blue, and so are you, and I tonight...
she's mine... Yours.
She's yours tonight...
and the moon is..."
Gee.
Gee, that hurt me, that... You really hurt me.
If you're trying to scare me, you did a pretty swell job, all right.
My leg will be black and blue tomorrow.
You know, this house is roomy and cool. You see how cool it is.
I intend moving to England or Florence forever.
You can move in.
I've got some nice friends who could come and keep you company.
You could use them as pieces of furniture.
There's one guy who looks just like a bookcase.
I could fix for you to attend executions. How would you like that?
Just you there, nobody else, just watching. Watch.
Do you like watching, captain?
Because not many people know that...
That the chair is painted yellow.
You'd be the only guy in the know.
Imagine! Your friends, you could tell them...
Oh, that hurts!
Having recently arrived in America...
where so many Europeans had found a haven before...
I decided to spend a peaceful summer...
in the attractive resort town of Ramsdale, New Hampshire.
Some English translations I had made of French poetry...
had enjoyed some success and I had been appointed...
to a lectureship at Beardsley College, Ohio, in the fall.
Friends had given me several addresses in Ramsdale...
where lodgings were available for the summer.
Mr. Hofsteader said that you're going to be staying all summer.
Well, that was only a tentative plan.
Monsieur, if what you're needing is peace and quiet...
I can assure you, you couldn't get more peace anywhere.
- Yes, it is very... - Ha-ha-ha.
It is very peaceful.
Now, this would be your room.
It's, uh, what you might call a studio. Well, you know, a semi-studio affair.
It's very male, heh...
and quiet.
We're really very fortunate here in West Ramsdale.
Culturally, we're a very advanced group...
with lots of good Anglo-Dutch and Anglo-Scotch stock...
and we're very progressive intellectually.
That is immediately apparent.
I do hope you'll want to address our club.
Uh, there's a nice view from this window...
uh, of the front lawn.
And a good place for you to do your writing.
- Shelves for your books. - That's very nice, yes.
I am chairman of the Great Books Committee.
As a matter of fact, you know...
one of the speakers that I had, um, last season...
was Clare Quilty.
Clare Quilty?
The writer, TV?
- TV plays? - No, I wouldn't...
He's a very stimulating type of man.
He gave us a talk on a Dr. Schweitzer and Dr. Zhivago.
- Schweitzer and Zhivago. Very nice. - Uh-huh.
Oh, no, no, the bathroom's back here, right next door.
Well, we still have that good, old-fashioned quaint plumbing.
Should appeal to a European.
Oh! Excuse the soiled sock.
I see that you're interested in art. In that case...
In that case you really must see...
uh, the collection of reproductions I have in my bedroom.
Voilà!
Oh, yes, that's...
A Dufy.
That's very...
And there's my little van Gogh. Monet.
Is, uh, Madame Humbert...
- There's no madame. We are divorced. - Oh.
Happily divorced.
- When did all this happen? - About a year ago in Paris.
Paris, France, madame. Heh.
You know, monsieur, I believe that it's only in the Romance languages...
that one is able to really relate in a mature fashion.
Mm-hm.
In fact, I remember when the late Mr. Haze and I...
Oh, the late Mr. Haze?
- Yes, he's passed on. - Oh.
But, uh, when we were on our honeymoon abroad...
I knew that I'd never felt married until I heard myself addressed as "señora."
- You were in Spain? - No, Mexico.
Mexico. Hmm.
There were so many places we had planned to travel...
but he was occupied with his work.
- He was in insurance. - Oh.
Left me well-provided for.
- He was a lovely human being. - Oh.
A man of complete integrity.
I know you would have liked to talk to the late Mr. Haze, and he to you.
Yes, I'm sure I would have.
Those are his ashes.
Oh, uh...
Uh, how late was...
the late Mr. Haze?
Oh, seven years.
It's very difficult for a woman...
an attractive woman alone, you know. Ha, ha.
Yes, I'm sure it is.
Downstairs. Excuse me.
- I'm so sorry. - Ha.
I've told Lolita 10 times to keep that in her room.
- You have a maid living in the house? - Why, monsieur, Ramsdale is not Paris.
No, uh, the colored girl comes three times a week.
We think we're lucky to get her, but she does do shirts very well.
Back here we have the kitchen. That's where we have our informal meals.
- Perhaps... - My pastries win prizes around here.
If you'll give me your number...
that would give me a chance to think it over.
1-7-7-6.
1776.
- Declaration of Independence. - Ha, ha.
Yes, so easy to remember.
You must see the garden before you go, you must.
My flowers win prizes around here. They're the talk of the neighborhood.
Voilà!
My yellow roses, my...
My daughter.
Darling, turn that down, please.
I can offer you a comfortable home...
a sunny garden...
a congenial atmosphere...
my cherry pies.
Well, uh...
we haven't discussed, uh, how much.
Well, something nominal, let's say...
- ... uh, 200 a month... - Yes, that's very...
including meals and late snacks...
et cetera.
That's very reasonable. Well, it's very nice.
Ah. You couldn't find better value in West Ramsdale.
No. Well, when will it be convenient for you to have me move in?
Right now. It would be silly for you to go to a hotel, monsieur.
Both my bags are in the taxi. You're a very persuasive salesman.
Thank you.
What was the decisive factor? My garden?
I think it was your cherry pies.
No!
Now, this is the one that goes back and forth?
Yes, that can leap over the other pieces.
It goes round corners.
You're going to take my queen?
That was my intention, certainly.
Uh, beddy-bye, dear.
Good night.
Good night, Lo.
Well, that wasn't very clever of you.
Oh, dear. Oh, dear.
Oh!
It had to happen sometime.
Thirty-one, 32, 33, 34, 35...
36, 37, 38, 39, 40...
41, 42, 43, 44, 45...
46, 47, 48, 49, 50...
51, 52, 53...
See how relaxed you're getting?
There's Mother. Let's go say hello.
Hi, Mom.
Hello, darling.
Hello, Kenny.
- Good evening, Mrs. Haze. - Ha, ha.
Oh, uh, Kenny, this is Mr. Humbert.
- Kenny Overton. - How do you do?
- Are you having a good time? - Mm-hm.
- Heh, heh. Well, we'll see you then. - Mm-hm.
Bye-bye.
Aren't they adorable together?
- I think tonight's the night. - Huh?
Well, Lolita told me that she's positive...
Kenny's gonna ask her to go steady tonight.
Hello, Charlotte.
Jean, John, hello.
- Hi, Humbert. - Hi, Hum.
Sorry we're late. I got held up after court.
The prosecution brought in some new witnesses.
I had to sit down with my client, prepare for tomorrow. Ha, ha.
John, can't you stop being a lawyer for just one night in the week?
Mind if I dance with your girl? We could sort of swap partners.
You're most welcome.
Well, this is what you get because you won't dance.
Hi, Humbert.
- I'm sorry that I don't dance. - That's all right.
I don't like dancing either very much. Did you know that?
It's a funny thing, Humbert, but John and I, we first met at a dance...
and I was sort of sitting it out, you know, and so he just sat it out too.
That's very romantic.
- Hi, Dad. - Mona, baby.
Darling!
- How are you doing? Mike. - Fine.
Humbert...
uh, don't tell Charlotte that I told you this, will you...
but did you know that you've had the most remarkable effect on her?
- Did you know that? - I have?
Mm-hm.
I know it's none of my business...
but she's begun to radiate a certain glow.
I hardly think that has anything to do with me.
Humbert, when you get to know me better, you'll find I'm extremely broad-minded.
In fact, John and I, we're both broad-minded.
Oh.
Hey, you two, cut that out.
I'm so thirsty. Let's all have a little punch now.
That's a good idea.
- There aren't any clean cups anymore. - I'll get some from another table.
Thank you, Humbert.
Jean, your Mona looks simply enchanting in that cloud of pink.
Oh. She's certainly becoming a mature young lady, isn't she?
Yes. Where does the time go?
Do you know this summer she'll be a junior camp counselor?
No, that's simply wonderful.
Are you sending her to that Camp Climax again?
Of course.
We've done it every summer, since she was 10.
It gives Jean and me a chance to catch up on our homework.
Excuse me, kids. Ha, ha.
My feet are killing me.
- Who is that? - Who?
There.
It's Clare Quilty. You know, the TV writer?
I adored his play The Lady Who Loved Lightning.
It was marvelous.
Excuse me, uh, kids, I'm gonna go over and say hello.
Hello!
Hello, hello again!
Wow.
Oh, ha, ha. It's certainly been a long time.
It certainly has, yes.
Do you know I've been the local authority on you ever since?
Is that so? That's very sweet of you, thank you.
I'll never forget that intellectually stimulating talk...
that you gave to our club.
A magnificent club, really magnificent. Tell me one thing, are you a columnist?
No, don't you remember?
- That afternoon changed my whole life. - Oh.
Well, how about that. Ha-ha-ha.
You remember? You...
What, what?
Did I do that? Did I?
Ha, ha. And afterwards, you know, I showed you my garden...
and I drove you to the airport.
Yes.
Really great fun.
Listen. Listen, didn't you have a daughter?
Didn't you have a daughter with a lovely name?
Yeah, what was it now? A lovely, lyrical, lilting name like...
Lolita.
Lolita, that's right. Lolita, diminutive of Dolores...
the tears and the roses.
Uh, Wednesday she's going to have a cavity filled by your Uncle Ivor.
Yes.
There you are. Where have you been? I've been looking for you.
I strolled around for a while and then I came up here.
Aw, you poor man, I'll bet you're bored to tears.
On the contrary, I find it most interesting.
Charlotte. Hello.
Humbert, you found a place to sit down.
Oh, gosh.
Oh, uh. Charlotte, Mona's having a little get-together...
later on at our house, and she and Freddy Beale...
and a couple others are having a jam session, or whatever it's called.
Anyhow, she wants to know if Lolita and Kenny can come.
I don't see why not, as long as you have her home by midnight.
But, Charlotte, tonight's a special occasion.
Why don't you have Lolita stay over with Mona?
John can bring her back in the morning, can't you?
- Yeah, sure. - That would be too much trouble.
- Of course not. - No, it's the easiest thing in the world.
- Mm, well, uh... - It's settled. It's settled.
Well, I guess we'd better say good night to you two kids.
John and I have to get home and kind of supervise things.
You know, what she means is keep the lights on.
- I think we ought to come over and help. - No, we wouldn't think of it, Humbert. No.
- It's no trouble at all, is it, Charlotte? - Well, Jean, perhaps we should...
- We're not doing anything else. - No, no, no.
No, they don't like too many grownups around.
That's right.
- Good night, Charlotte. - Good night, Jean.
Good night. See you.
Good night, Humbert.
Now, you don't want that. It'll spoil your appetite.
We can go home now and have a cozy little dinner for two, huh?
- I hope I didn't keep you waiting too long. - No, not at all.
I thought I'd change into something cozier.
Charming.
- You don't think it's a little too risqué? - No, not at all.
Charlotte, this may not be the right time or place...
Not another word until we've finished our pink champagne.
Well, um...
In a sense, this is none of my business, but I've come to feel almost...
like a member of the family as far as Lolita is concerned.
Yes, I know, and I appreciate it.
Uh, I've come to feel as if you're a member of the family too.
I wonder if you aren't being too liberal with her?
Liberal?
Oh, you dear man. Ha-ha-ha.
Oh, you dear, sweet, naive man.
No, I don't think you realize that she's beginning to grow up.
Of course she's beginning to grow up...
and it's only natural and healthy...
that, uh, she should, uh, take an interest in those fascinating creatures...
known as the opposite sex.
Cheerio. But should she be allowed to stay out all night?
She's not staying out.
She's at Jean and John's.
Yes, but there's something about them that makes me wonder...
whether they would provide the right kind of supervision.
Oh, ha-ha-ha.
Hum, you're so charmingly Old World...
but then, that's what I adore about you.
I have a proposal.
What say you I teach you some of the new steps?
Oh, Charlotte, I don't even know the old ones.
And you do this so very well I'd much rather sit down and watch you.
You're very good.
Come on, Humbert.
Humbert Humbert, what a thrillingly different name.
Do you pronounce the surname differently? You know, in a slightly lower tone.
Let's see. Uh, Humbert.
What was that, the first or the second?
Seriously, I'm an awkward tripper and I have no sense of rhythm.
I refuse to believe that about you.
Rhythm is so basic...
and it just pours out of you, you simply vibrate rhythm.
Well, I'll just...
- I'll clap my hands and you go on dancing. - Now, come on, Humbert.
And that was not your surname.
Now, put your hands here.
Tighter.
All right, ready, go.
One, two, cha-cha-cha.
Very good.
A little more joie de vivre.
One, two...
You know, when you smile like that you remind me of someone.
Oh, uh...
A college boy I had a date with.
I went dancing with him, a young blue-blooded Bostonian.
My very first glamour date.
Oh, ha, ha.
And, you know...
in certain lights you remind me of Harold.
You mean, the late Mr...
Yes.
You're really very different, of course.
Yes, I imagine I am.
But, you know, I adored Harold.
I really did. I swore at the time I would never marry again.
I don't think I will, but...
It wouldn't be fair to his memory, do you think?
No, one doesn't often find such loyalty these days.
But sometimes, Hum, I wonder...
shouldn't life be for the living?
What think you?
You see, I'm a strongly emotional woman.
Very strongly emotional.
- Don't be afraid of hurting me. - No, I'm not, really.
Take me in your arms.
I can't live in the past. Not anymore, Hum, not anymore.
Hi.
Lolita!
Uh, darling.
Cha-cha-cha.
Uh, darling.
Did you come back for something?
No, Mona's party turned out to be sort of a drag.
I thought I'd come back and see what you were doing.
We had a wonderful evening. Your mother created a magnificent spread.
Did you have something to eat?
They served some kind of salty fish eggs, but I didn't like them.
I'll make you a sandwich. There's lots of food left over.
That's great. I'm starving.
I don't think she should be stuffing herself when she should go to sleep.
But, Mom...
I'm hungry and I've got to have something to eat.
All right.
Uh, but you take it upstairs and after you've eaten it...
you go right to sleep.
Did you have a good time dancing with Clare Quilty?
Well, of course...
he's a very erudite gentleman.
Yeah, I know. All the girls are crazy about him too.
That's neither here nor there.
Since when?
Here we are. Excuse me.
Loaded with mayonnaise, just the way you like it.
Thank you.
Uh, darling, take it upstairs.
I don't want to go to bed. It's too early.
Ha. Uh, we all think that Lo should go to bed.
I don't have to. This is a free country.
Which means there will be no allowance this week.
Which means I think you stink this week.
To bed this instant!
Go to bed.
I heard that.
Good night, Lo.
That miserable little brat.
She is becoming impossible, simply impossible.
The idea... The idea of her sneaking back here and spying on us.
I don't think she was spying on us.
Really? What would you call it?
I'm sure she intended no harm.
Like hell she didn't! She's always been a spiteful little pest.
Since the age of 1. Do you know she kept throwing her toys...
out of her crib so that I would have to keep stooping over to pick them up.
She has always had some kind of gripe against me.
Now she sees herself as some kind of a starlet.
Well, I see her as a sturdy, healthy but decidedly homely child.
I mean, is it my fault if I feel young?
Why should my child resent it? You don't resent it, do you?
Do you think I'm just a foolish, romantic American girl?
No. No, no, no.
Let's, uh, heh...
Why don't I throw on a wrap and we can go out for a little ride in the car?
Well, it's a little late, Charlotte.
Well, let's at least, uh, finish our champagne, shall we?
I've had a very exhausting evening. I think I'd best go to bed.
But it's not even 1.
My neuralgia's about to strike with heartburn, an old ally, and so...
Good night, and thank you for a charming evening.
You're very welcome.
What drives me insane is the twofold nature of this nymphet.
Of every nymphet, perhaps.
This mixture in my Lolita of tender, dreamy childishness...
and a kind of eerie vulgarity.
I know it is madness to keep this journal, but it gives me a strange thrill to do so...
and only a loving wife could decipher my microscopic script.
Miss, in this house, we do not eat with the table on the el...
Elbows on the tables.
Must you pamper your pimples?
Do you mind if I eat? I've got to meet Mona.
Oh. This morning you have to meet Mona. Last night...
First you wash every dish, then you go upstairs...
and make your bed and clean up your room.
I am not picking up after you today, miss, or any day!
Hello. Excuse me.
- Is it Kenny? - No. Just a minute.
Uh, Jean, uh, just a second.
Take this tray up to Professor Humbert and do not disturb him.
- Yes, ma'am! - Yes, ma'am.
Jean?
I'm very glad you called.
Yes.
Oh!
Mona?
What time?
Well, I'm very glad you called me, Jean.
Well, there's something very important we both have to talk about.
That's a good idea. Well, I'd rather not...
- Who is it? - Lolita.
Come in.
Here's your breakfast.
Thank you very much. Good morning.
Good morning.
Don't tell Mom, but I ate all your bacon.
You have a very long face today.
Oh, yeah?
What were you writing?
I was writing a poem.
Mm-hm?
What's it about?
It's about people.
Hmm.
That's a novel subject.
You know, it's funny, it sort of looked like a diary when I came in.
I always write my poems in a diary. It's one of my little idiosyncrasies.
Mm.
Afraid somebody's gonna steal your ideas and sell them to Hollywood?
Perhaps. Would you like me to read you some poetry?
Sure, why not?
This is my favorite poet.
- It was... - Who's the poet?
The divine Edgar.
Who's the divine Edgar? Edgar who?
- Edgar Allan Poe, of course. - Mm.
It was night in the lonesome October
Of my most immemorial year
Notice how he emphasizes this word.
It was hard by the dim lake of Auber
In the misty mid region of Weir
You see, he takes a word like "dim" in one line and twists it, you see?
And it comes back as "mid region of Weir."
"Mid region," and twists it to "dim."
That's pretty good, pretty clever.
Thus I pacified Psyche and kissed her
And conquered her scruples and gloom
And we passed to the end of the vista
But were stopped by the door of a tomb
And I said, "What is written, sweet sister?"
She replied, "Ulalume, Ulalume"
Well, I think it's a little corny, to tell you the truth.
What do you object to?
Well, the "vista-sister," that's like "Lolita-sweeter."
That's very true. That's a very acute observation.
If you were in my class I would give you an A-plus.
Tell me, was Mona Farlow annoyed when you left her party last night?
Mona? Annoyed? Heh, heh.
Well, I thought she might be looking forward to...
- Don't worry about Mona. - Oh?
- Let me tell you something about Mona. - Do, please.
No, I'd better not tell you. You'll blab.
I will never give away any of your secrets.
- You wouldn't? - I promise.
Oh.
Well, for that you get a little reward.
Thank you very much.
- Here! - Oh, no, please. No.
Lolita. No.
Put your head back.
Open your mouth.
You can have one little bite.
Lolita?
Lolita!
What?
Come down here.
What do you want?
Firstly...
when I call you I want you to come right down...
and not make me holler for you from room to room.
Yes, ma'am.
Secondly, I want you to go right into your room and put on a dress.
I'm going to the Farlows and I want you to come.
But I'm supposed to meet Mona at the lake.
And lastly, I forbid you to disturb Professor Humbert again.
He is a writer and he is not to be disturbed.
Sieg Heil.
You know, I have a glorious surprise for us.
- Uh, one of your dramatic sweets? - Mm-mm.
Guess again.
The Farlows have been arrested.
Really, Hum. Thank you, Louise.
I'm no good at guessing.
Mona Farlow is leaving for summer camp tomorrow.
Lolita is going with her.
You were absolutely right when you warned me...
that I was getting too liberal with her about boys.
What's more, Mona disappeared from that party last night...
and she did not come home till 4 a.m.
So Jean and I decided that isolation from boys...
would be the best thing for both of the girls this crucial summer.
Yes.
Do you think that the camp is the answer?
Frankly, Hum, I do. And it's all arranged.
The Farlows and I phoned the camp long-distance...
heh, and I did all the shopping this...
Is something the matter with your face?
- Toothache. - You poor man.
If it still pains you tomorrow, I'll call and arrange an appointment.
How far away is this camp?
Mm, two hundred miles. It was a stroke of genius on Mama's part.
Ah. Ain't I clever?
Shall we, um, take our coffee out to the piazza...
or do you want to go upstairs and nurse that tooth?
Nurse the tooth.
I'll be right back.
Well, I guess I won't be seeing you again, huh?
I shall be moving on.
I must prepare for my work at Beardsley College in the fall.
Then I guess this is goodbye.
Yes.
Don't forget me.
Are you upstairs, Mr. Humbert?
Mr. Humbert!
Mrs. Haze asked me to give you this.
Thank you very much. Ahem.
"This is a confession.
I love you.
Last Sunday in church, my dear one, when I asked the Lord...
what to do about it, I was told to act as I am acting now.
You see, there is no alternative.
I have loved you from the minute I saw you.
I am a passionate and lonely woman...
and you are the love of my life.
Now you know.
So you will please, at once, pack and leave.
This is a landlady's order. I am dismissing a lodger.
I am kicking you out. Go, scram, départez!
I shall be back by dinnertime. I do not wish to find you in the house.
You see, chérie...
if you decided to stay, if I found you at home...
which I know I won't...
and that's why I'm able to go on like this...
the fact of your remaining would only mean one thing: that you...
That you want me as much as I do you...
as a lifelong mate...
and you are ready to link up your life with mine forever and ever...
and be a father to my little girl.
Goodbye, dear one.
Pray for me...
if you ever pray."
Hum?
Hum, baby.
The wedding was a quiet affair...
and when called upon to enjoy my promotion from lodger to lover...
did I experience only bitterness and distaste?
No. Mr. Humbert confesses to a certain titillation of his vanity...
to some faint tenderness, even to a pattern of remorse...
daintily running along the steel of his conspiratorial dagger.
Dear, the door's locked.
Mm-hm.
Sweetheart, I don't want any secrets between us.
It makes me feel insecure.
Can't this wait till I come out of here?
I suppose.
Hum, what do you do in there so long?
I wanna talk to you.
I haven't been here long. In point of fact, I only just came in.
Were there a lot of women in your life before me?
I've told you about them already.
Well, you didn't tell me...
about all of them.
Charlotte, if it would make you any happier...
I will sit right down and make out a complete list...
of every woman I have ever known.
Would that satisfy you?
I'm lonesome.
I think it's healthy for me to be jealous.
It means that I love you.
You know how happy I can make you.
Mm-hm.
But, uh...
Charlotte, I haven't even had my morning cup of coffee yet.
You want me to make you some?
Please do that, like a good little wife.
All right.
Darling...
I don't care about any other woman.
I know that our love is sacred, the others were profane.
Yes, sacred, that's right, that's what it is. Mm.
Oh, Hum.
Hum, baby, you know, I love the way you smell.
Oh! You do arouse the pagan in me.
Hum, you just touch me and I go as limp as a noodle.
It scares me.
Yes, I know the feeling.
Do you believe in God?
The question is, does God believe in me?
Shh!
I wouldn't care if your maternal grandfather turned out to be a Turk.
But if I ever found out...
that you didn't believe in God...
I think I would commit suicide.
Hey. A gun!
It belonged to Mr. Haze.
You should be careful with those things.
It's not loaded.
That's what they all say, "I didn't know it was loaded."
This is a sacred weapon.
It's a tragic treasure.
Mr. Haze purchased it when he found out he was ill.
He wanted to spare me the sight of his suffering.
Happily or unhappily, he was hospitalized before he could use it.
Will you put it down, please?
Thank you.
That's better now, isn't it, huh?
Uh-huh? Mm-hm?
Oh, you man!
Darling...
you know...
I have a most ambitious fantasy.
What's yours?
I would love to get hold of a real French servant girl...
you know, like the German girls the Farlows had...
and have her come and live in the house.
No room.
We could put her in Lo's room.
I've been meaning to make a guest room out of that hole, anyway.
And where, pray...
will you put your daughter...
when you get your guest or your maid?
You know, I've decided to send her straight from camp...
to a good boarding school...
you know, with strict religious training...
and then on to college.
Darling, it's going to be you and me alone...
forever.
Darling, you've gone away.
Just a minute, I'm following a train of thought.
It doesn't matter.
C'est la vie.
Hey.
Am I on that train?
Yes.
I should hope so.
Let's let it ring.
Oh...
Hello?
Yes, this is Mrs. Charlotte Humbert.
Oh, uh...
I'll accept the charges. It's Lolita. She's calling long-distance.
Hello?
Hello, dear.
We're fine.
Yes.
We spent the honeymoon on Hourglass Lake.
Well, with a few other young marrieds.
Is anything wrong?
You lost your new sweater?
In the woods?
Uh...
Yes, he's here.
What do you want to thank him for?
Candy.
Just a minute.
Hum, I really wish that you would not send her candy without consulting me.
Hum.
I'm talking to you.
Even in the most harmonious households, such as ours...
not all the decisions are taken by the female...
especially when the male partner has fulfilled his obligations...
beyond the line of duty.
When you wanted me to spend my afternoons sunbathing by the lake...
I was glad to become the bronzed glamour boy for you...
instead of remaining the scholar.
Even then I scoot along after you like an obliging little lapdog.
Yes, I'm happy. I'm delighted to be bossed by you...
but every game has its rules.
Lolita?
No man can bring about the perfect murder.
Chance, however, can do it.
Just minutes ago she had said it wasn't loaded.
What if I had playfully pulled the trigger then?
"She said it wasn't loaded. It belonged to the late Mr. Haze.
She was having her morning tub.
We had just finished talking about our plans for the future.
I decided to play a practical joke and pretend I was a burglar.
We were newlyweds and still did things like that to each other.
As soon as it happened I called an ambulance, but it was too late."
Simple, isn't it?
The perfect murder.
She splashed in the tub, a trustful, clumsy seal...
and all the logic of passion screamed in my ear:
"Now is the time."
But, what do you know, folks...
I just couldn't make myself do it.
The scream grew more and more remote...
and I realized the melancholy fact that neither tomorrow nor Friday...
nor any other day or night...
could I make myself put her to death.
Charlotte?
Darling?
That's my diary. We don't read other people's diaries, do we?
Charlotte, that's my diary. Give it to me, please.
Please. No, no.
"The Haze woman.
The cow.
The obnoxious mama.
The brainless baba."
Well, the stupid Haze is no longer your dupe.
Give me that, please.
You leave that alone or I'll scream out the window!
Quiet. Let's discuss this. Let's sit and discuss it quietly...
- ... like civilized people. - You're a monster.
You're a disgusting, despicable, loathsome, criminal fraud!
Don't do that.
- I can expl... - Get out of my way.
- I'm getting out of here. - No. I want to talk...
Go on, get out of my way.
I'm leaving here today.
You can have all of it.
But you are never going to see that miserable brat again!
Charlotte, please, listen to me.
Charlotte, come here, please.
Charlotte, open the door!
I want to speak to you.
This is so easy to explain.
It's an hallucination. You're crazy, Charlotte.
I'll get you a drink. That's what you want, a nice little drink.
Harold, look what happened.
I was disloyal to you.
I couldn't help it, though.
Seven years is a very long time.
Why did you go and die on me?
I didn't know anything about life, I was very young.
If you hadn't died, all this wouldn't have happened!
Darling, forgive me.
Forgive me.
You were the soul of integrity.
How did we produce such a little beast?
I promise. I promise.
I promise you that I'll know better next time.
Next time it's going to be somebody you'll be very proud of.
Harold.
Charlotte!
Those notes you found were fragments of a novel that I'm writing.
Your name, and Lolita's, were put in by mere chance...
just because they were handy.
That's the way novelists work.
They think of the names of their friends...
and the people who enter into their daily life...
like the Farlows...
and they think up funny situations.
I'm making a martini for you.
Uh, Charlotte!
I'll take it!
Yes?
Yes, this is he.
Yes.
What?
But my wife is upstairs in her bedroom.
Is this a gag? Is this one of the fellows at the country club?
Just hold on, please.
Charlotte!
There's a man on the line who says that you've been hit by a car!
Now, listen, please, my friend...
Just hold on one moment.
The ambulance is here.
Now, you take it easy, okay?
All right?
Mr. Humbert, she just ran right in front of me!
I swerved around, you see, to avoid hitting the dog...
and she just ran right in front of me.
My dad's in a state of shock, I gotta look after him...
but I just wanted you to know it isn't my fault.
Are you the lady's husband?
- Uh, yes. - I'm afraid she's dead.
Humbert?
It's Jean and John.
Hum?
Humbert, where are you?
Oh.
It's all right. Come in, both of you.
- Jean, I'm perfectly decent. - Are you sure it's all right?
Look, there's a stool.
Sit down on the stool.
You poor man.
Just have to hang on, Hum.
She was...
She was a wonderful person, Humbert.
She was always so gay, wasn't she, John?
Just remember, I mean, it's always darkest before the dawn.
That's very, very true.
It's just wonderful to have friends at a time like...
I'm so, so sorry.
Now, see here, old man...
you mustn't think of doing anything rash.
Why, of course not.
You have everything to live for, hasn't he?
Perhaps you'd better tell him about Charlotte's kidney.
Oh, yes.
Humbert, Charlotte didn't want anybody to know this...
but she hadn't long to live anyhow.
She only had one kidney.
- Born that way. - Yes, that's right.
And the one kidney she had was distressed.
She had...
- Nephritis. - ... nephritis.
Char... Oh...
I'll get it.
Humbert.
Try to think of your poor little Lolita, all alone in the world.
You must live for her sake.
- Oh, uh, excuse me. - That's all right. Come in, please.
I'm Frederick Beale, Sr. May I talk to you for a moment?
Do, please.
My son was driving the car.
- When that thing happened. - Yes.
My two youngest, Jack and Mary, are in the same grade as your Lolita.
He's had a terrible shock.
Yes, of course he has.
You know, this isn't easy to talk about...
but technically it was the pedestrian's fault and not the driver's.
Technically, you're absolutely right.
You see, it was raining and she ran across the road.
You don't have to explain to me because I have no quarrel with you.
Well, I must say you're wonderfully sympathetic.
In fact, you've been so generous about the whole matter...
I was about to suggest that maybe you'd allow me to pay...
the funeral expenses.
That's awfully nice of you.
Thank you very much.
Well, that's the least I can do.
It's my pleasure.
Well, I won't keep you any longer.
We'll have to get together very soon and sort out the details.
Yes, let's do that. Yes.
Do you work here?
Yeah, sort of.
- I didn't think you were a camper. - No.
This is a girls' camp exclusively, isn't it?
Yeah, yeah.
I'm Charlie, Mrs. Sedgwick's son.
Oh. You visit the place, I suppose, from time to time?
No, I live here.
Are you the only boy living in the camp?
The only one.
Do you know a girl called Lolita?
Dolores Haze?
Yeah, yeah, I know her.
Well?
Well, I see her around once in a while. Hi, Ma.
What are those sheets doing there? You know they belong in the laundry room.
She's almost packed, Dr. Humbert. We haven't told her anything.
- Thank you. - Poor man. Terrible thing.
Okay, what's the big mystery bit? Why did those girls look at me so funny?
There's no mystery.
It's just that I didn't want to talk in front of your friends at the camp.
It's your mother.
Really? She giving me time off for good behavior or something?
No, she hasn't been feeling very well.
What's the matter with her?
She's sick.
- Really, what is it? - The doctors don't seem to know...
quite what the trouble is.
She's been moved to a hospital in the country, near Lepingsville.
A hospital! Well, is that where we're going now, is Lepingsville?
Uh, yes, eventually...
and then you and I will have to bide our time...
until your mother gets well.
After that, I thought we might go to the mountains for a while.
Does that appeal to you?
What's the routine, are we going home now or what?
No, dear. We should be in Briceland by dinnertime and I've no doubt that...
we shall find some comfortable hotel to spend the night...
and then tomorrow morning we'll press on towards Lepingsville.
Did you have a marvelous summer?
Yeah, I guess so.
Were you sorry to leave?
Not exactly.
You know, I've missed you terribly.
I haven't missed you. In fact, I've been revoltingly unfaithful to you.
Oh?
But it doesn't matter a bit, because you've stopped caring anyway.
What makes you say I've stopped caring for you?
You haven't even kissed me yet, have you?
Hello, Mr. Swine.
Hello, Mr. Quilty. Good evening, ma'am. Did you get any good pictures today?
Yeah, great. I'm having a swell vacation.
Good.
Mr. Swine, would you mind if I asked you a personal question?
Sure, go ahead.
What is a guy like you doing in a job like this?
What do you mean?
Well, you just don't seem to be the type.
Well, as a matter of fact, I was an actor.
I knew it. Didn't I say to you?
When I first saw you, you had...
a sort of aura that all actors and actresses have.
Well, since you're a playwright, uh, maybe you could use me sometime.
Yeah, maybe I could use you sometime.
Mr. Swine...
what does an actor-manager...
do with his spare time in a small town like this?
Well, I don't have much spare time...
but I swim, play tennis, lift weights.
Gets rid of the excess energy.
What do you do with your excess energy?
Well, we do a lot of things with my excess energy.
One of the things we do a lot of is judo.
- Did you ever hear about that? - Judo?
- Yes, I've heard about it. - Yeah, yeah, yeah.
You do judo with the lady?
Yes, she's a yellow belt, I'm a green belt, that's the way nature made it.
What happens is she throws me all over the place.
She throws you?
What she does, she gets me in a sort of thing called a sweeping-ankle throw.
She sweeps my ankles from under me.
- I go down with one hell of a bang. - Doesn't it hurt?
I lay there in pain but I love it. I really love it.
I lay hovering between consciousness and unconsciousness. It's the greatest.
Wow.
This looks swank.
- See you later. - Okay.
- Good evening. - Good evening, sir. Can I help you?
Yes, I'd like a room with a bath, or, rather, two rooms with baths.
Did you have a reservation, Mr...?
Humbert is the name. No, I have no reservation.
Well, I'm afraid it'll be impossible to accommodate you.
This convention's got us tied up in knots.
- Oh. - Is it just you and the girl?
Yes. I would like you to accommodate us because we're very tired.
Mr. Potts.
Yes, Mr. Swine?
What about Captain Love? Has he called?
He's canceled his reservation.
Well, I could give you 242. Uh, it's a lovely room...
but it's only got one bed.
Well, perhaps you can find a folding bed or a camp bed.
Potts, do we have any cots?
No, the troopers have snapped them all up.
I'm sure you'd find one room satisfactory. Our double beds are really triple.
One night we had three ladies sleeping in one.
I'm sure we'll manage.
Even if my wife joins me later, we'll manage even then, I'm sure.
- Good. Would you mind registering? - Certainly.
By the way, what sort of a convention are you holding here?
We are very proud to have the overflow of the State Police Convention.
Perhaps if you just left them on the floor that would be all right.
Oh, oh...
Well, you can just...
Yes, that's fine.
Thank you very much.
Thank you, sir.
Well?
Is, uh, this it?
You mean, uh...?
Yeah.
Yes.
But you see, I'm quite sure that they'll manage to find a cot for us.
I asked them downstairs in the lobby to find a cot.
- A cot? - Yes.
You're crazy.
Why, my darling?
Because, my darling, when my darling mother finds out...
she's going to divorce you and strangle me.
Yes. Now, look, Lo.
I have a great feeling of...
tenderness for you.
While your mother is ill, I'm responsible for your welfare.
We're not rich, and while we travel we shall be obliged...
We shall be thrown a good deal together.
Now, two people sharing one room inevitably enter into a kind of...
how shall I say, a kind of, um...
Aren't you gonna go see about the cot?
Uh...
Has there been a message for me from my wife?
I'm sorry, sir, nothing yet, but we're working on that cot.
Thank you.
Hello. Ha, ha. Heh. Hello.
You're addressing me.
I thought perhaps there was someone with you.
No, I'm not really with someone. I'm with you. Ha, ha.
I didn't mean that as an insult.
What I meant was that I'm with the state police here, and...
when I'm with them, I'm with someone, but right now I'm on my own.
I mean, I'm not with a lot of people, just you. Heh.
Well, I wouldn't like to disturb you. I'll, uh, leave you alone if you prefer it.
You don't really have to go at all. I like it. I don't know what it is.
I get the impression you want to leave but you don't like to leave...
because you think I'd think it looks suspicious, me being a policeman and all.
You don't have to think that because I haven't got a suspicious mind at all.
A lot of people think I'm suspicious, especially when I stand on street corners.
One of our boys picked me up once.
He thought that I was too suspicious standing on the street corner.
Tell me, I couldn't help noticing when you checked in tonight...
It's part of my job, I notice human individuals...
and I noticed your face.
I said to myself when I saw you...
there's a guy with the most normal-looking face I ever saw in my life.
That's very nice of you.
Not a bit. It's great to see a normal face, because I'm a normal guy.
Be great for two normal guys...
to get together and talk about world events, in a normal way.
There's nothing I would like better than that, but I don't have much time.
It's a pity, because, uh, may I say one other thing to you?
I've been thinking about it a lot.
I noticed when you was checking in you had a lovely little girl with you.
She was really lovely.
She wasn't so little, come to think of it. She was fairly tall...
Taller than little, you know, but, uh, she was really lovely.
I wish I had a pretty, tall, lovely little girl like that...
That was my daughter.
Your daughter? Isn't it great to have a lovely, tall...
pretty little daughter like that? It's wonderful.
I don't have any children or boys or little tall girls.
I'm not even... Are you married?
Yes, I'm expecting my wife, perhaps, to join us here.
May I say something? I thought you looked uneasy at the desk.
I was thinking that you want to get away from your wife.
I don't blame you. If I was married I'd take every opportunity to get away.
Yes. No, that was not it at all.
Uh, as a matter of fact, it's possible that my wife won't join me...
because when I left home she was not well.
Aw, gee. What was the matter with your wife?
It's not important. She had an accident.
She had an accident! That's terrible! Fancy a normal guy's wife having...
an accident like that! What happened to her?
She was hit by a car.
Gee, no wonder she's not here. You must feel pretty bad about that.
What's happening? Is she coming later, or something?
Well, that was the understanding.
What, in an ambulance? Ha, ha. Gee, I'm sorry I... I shouldn't say that.
I get sort of carried away, being so normal and all.
When you were at the desk checking in with the night manager...
Mr. George Swine, who I happen to know as a personal friend...
I was wondering if he fixed you up with a good accommodation here.
Yes, they were extremely cooperative.
You sure? Because I could easily have a word with George Swine.
He's a really normal, nice sort of guy...
and I've only got to have a word in his ear...
and you'd be surprised what things could happen.
He'd probably turn some troopers out, so you could have a lovely room...
a bridal suite, for you and your lovely girl.
I don't want you to take any trouble on my account.
We're perfectly comfortable.
It's his job to fix you up with something nice.
He gets paid for doing that thing...
and when he sees a guy like you, all normal...
with a lovely girl, he should say to himself:
"I gotta give that guy a lovely sort of comfortable, foamy bed to sleep in."
I don't like to hear things like that, because I could go take a swipe at him...
for not giving you a lovely, comfortable, sleepy, movie-star bed.
You know what I mean? Heh.
I mean, what has he got you on, the floor or something?
Well, the little girl is probably asleep already in the bed and...
- I don't know why we're discussing this. - Why don't you let me have a look...
at the accommodation that you have, and take it in for a second...
then I can have a word with George Swine? It would be simple.
No, you really shouldn't worry about either of us.
Which reminds me, I should go upstairs now.
You're going because you think that...
me being a policeman, I'd think you were sort of suspicious?
I don't think that at all. I think you're really normal.
- You don't have to go because of that. - No. It's been very nice talking to you.
Before you go, I was wondering whether maybe in the morning, you know...
- ... me being lonely and normal... - We have to get up at the crack of dawn.
- We can have breakfast. - That's very nice, but...
I can arrange it with George Swine. He could have it laid out.
Well, thank you so much. Good night.
You have a most interesting face. Good night.
Excuse me.
Hush. Hush. Shh, shh, shh. She's asleep.
Good evening. I brought the cot, sir.
Yes, I see you did.
We don't need it now, so take it away.
- You don't need the cot? - No, she's asleep.
- I won't make any noise. - That's not the point.
Two of the troopers agreed to double up. That's how I got the cot, sir.
Well, in that case, all right, bring it in.
But no noise, please. Quietly.
- We did it, sir. - Shh!
Thank you, sir.
Hello.
The cot came.
Yes.
Well...
good night.
Wake up, Humbert, the hotel's on fire!
The hotel's on fire, quick!
What, what, what? On fire?
Get out of bed real quick!
- Quick, it's burning down to the ground! - Lolita.
Why did you have to wake me? I only just got to sleep.
Very funny.
By the way, what happened to your bed? It looks a lot lower.
Well, the bed collapsed. It's a collapsible bed.
What time is it?
- It's breakfast time. - Mm.
You know, my tan is much darker than yours now.
That's not strictly true.
You're a very fair-skinned lady.
Ah.
Look at that. That's very interesting.
Yeah.
What else can you do?
Well, this little thumb can go all the way back to my wrist, see?
Yes, I can see. You're very talented.
Boy, you need a shave.
Of course I need a shave, because I've not shaved since yesterday morning...
and I'm a man who needs, uh...
- ... two shaves a day. - Mm.
Do you always have to shave twice a day?
Yes, of course...
because all the best people shave twice a day.
Well, what shall we do now?
You ring down and order breakfast.
No, I don't wanna do that.
Well, what do you want to do?
Why don't we play a game?
A game? Come on.
No, you get on to room service at once.
No, really.
I learned some real good games in camp.
One in particularly was fun.
Well, why don't you describe this one in particularly good game.
Well, I played it with Charlie.
Charlie? Who's he?
Charlie?
He's that guy that you met in the office.
- You mean that boy? - Mm-hm.
You and he?
Yeah.
Are you sure you can't guess what game I'm talking about?
Uh, I'm not a very good guesser.
Well, it's not tiddlywinks and it's not Russian roulette...
I don't know what game you played.
You have to...
You mean, you never played that game when you were a kid?
No.
Alrighty then.
Have you ever kissed the Blarney Stone?
No, that's something I never did.
Boy, I sure wish I could.
Well, perhaps sometime we can organize a trip.
Hmm.
Hey, let's tell Mother.
Tell Mother what?
You know what.
No, I don't think that would be very funny.
Ha, ha. I wonder what she'd do.
If you don't stop eating those chips you won't have any appetite for your lunch.
Ooh, did you see that? A squashed cat.
Boy, that's terrible.
I hate things like that.
Mm.
You know what I'd like for lunch?
No, tell me.
A big plate of french fries and a malt.
Oh.
How long until we get to Lepingsville?
Well, I'm beginning to think that perhaps we won't make it this evening.
We got off to rather a slow start, remember?
Mm. Can we go to a movie tonight?
If that's what you'd like.
I would.
Have you ever seen any of those... You know, those, um, foreign films?
Yes, frequently.
- I don't like them. - Oh?
Mm-mm.
Will you stop at the next gas station?
All right.
- You're feeling all right, aren't you? - Mm-hm.
I feel fine. I want to call Mother at that hospital.
What's the number?
Well, don't you know the number?
I think it will be just as well if you wait until we get to Lepingsville.
Why? What difference does it make? I wanna call her.
I just don't think it'd be a very good idea.
Why can't I call my mother if I want to?
Because you can't.
Why?
Because...
your mother is dead.
Come on now, cut it out. Why can't I call her?
Your mother is dead.
Try to stop crying.
Everything's going to be all right.
Nothing will ever be all right.
I'm sure that we're going to be very happy, you and I.
But everything has changed all of a sudden.
Everything was so, I don't know, normal.
Lolita, please, please don't cry.
We'll do things. We'll go places.
But there's no place to go back to.
We'll find a new home.
Where?
Beardsley.
- Beardsley? - My lectureship starts in September.
It's in Ohio. You'll like it there.
I'll hate it. I know I will.
No, you won't. It's a wonderful place.
But what about all my things back in Ramsdale?
And the house?
We'll take care of all those things.
What things do you want specially?
My record player and my records.
We'll send for them, but in the meantime, I can buy you new ones...
to take the place of the old ones.
I'll buy you the best hi-fi set that you ever saw and all the new records.
There, there.
We can't stay in Beardsley forever.
Where's that handkerchief?
Here.
Promise me something?
Yes, anything.
Promise you'll never leave me. I don't want to ever be...
in one of those horrible places for juvenile delinquents.
Whatever makes you think that that would happen to you?
I know it would...
and anyway, I'd rather be with you.
You're a lot better than one of those places.
You will promise, won't you?
Yes, I promise.
Cross your heart and hope to die?
Cross my heart and hope to die.
You must now forget Ramsdale and poor Charlotte and poor Lolita...
and poor Humbert, and accompany us to Beardsley College...
where my lectureship in French poetry is in its second semester.
Six months have passed and Lolita is attending an excellent school...
where I hope that she will be persuaded...
to read other things than comic books and movie romances.
Why were you so late coming home from school yesterday afternoon?
Yesterday? Yesterday? What was yesterday?
Yesterday was Thursday.
Oh, well, uh... Was I late?
Yes, you were.
You finished school at 3:00. You were not home until 6:00.
That's right, that's right. Michele and l...
um, stayed to watch football practice.
In the Frigid Queen?
What do you mean, in the Frigid Queen?
I was driving around and I thought I saw you through the window.
Oh. Yeah, well, we stopped there for a malt afterwards.
What difference does it make?
You were sitting at a table with two boys.
Roy and Rex just happened to sit down with us.
Roy and Rex?
The co-captains of the football team.
I thought we understood, no dates.
What do you mean, no dates? They just sat down at our table.
I don't want you around them. They're nasty-minded boys.
Ho, ho. You're a fine one to talk about someone else's mind.
Don't avoid the issue. I told you no dates.
- It wasn't a date. - It was a date.
- It wasn't a date. - It was a date, Lolita.
- It was not a date. - It was a date.
It wasn't a date.
Whatever it was you had yesterday, I don't want you to have it again.
While we're on the subject...
how did you come to be so late on Saturday afternoon?
Saturday I went to my piano lesson.
Your piano lesson? I thought that was on Wednesday.
No, it was changed to Saturday, remember?
Between 2 and 4, Miss Starch, piano.
Ask Michele. She was with me.
"Ask Michele," that's what you always say.
Well, now for a change, I'm going to ask you something about Michele.
Heh, heh. You can't have her. She belongs to a Marine.
I will ignore that idiotic joke.
Why does she give me searching looks whenever she comes to the house?
How should I know?
Have you told her anything about us?
No, have you?
- You've told her nothing? - Do you think I'm crazy?
You spend too much time with that girl. I don't want you to see her so often.
Come on, she's the only friend I've got in this stinking world.
You never let me have any fun.
No fun? You have all the fun in the world. We have fun together, don't we?
Whenever you want something I buy it for you automatically.
I take you to concerts, to museums, to movies.
I do all the housework.
Who does the tidying up? I do.
Who does the cooking? I do.
You and I, we have lots of fun, don't we, Lolita?
Come here.
Still love me?
Completely. You know that.
You know what I want more than anything else in the world?
No. What do you want?
I want you to be proud of me.
But I am proud of you, Lolita.
No, I mean really proud of me.
They want me for the lead in the school play.
Isn't that fantastic?
I have to have a letter from you, giving your permission.
Who wants you?
Well, Edusa Gold, the drama teacher, Clare Quilty and Vivian Darkbloom.
And who might they be?
The authors. They're here to supervise the production.
But you've never acted before.
They say I have a unique and rare talent.
And how do they know that?
We had readings and I was chosen over 30 other girls.
That's the first I've heard about it.
I know, I wanted to surprise you.
And I suppose that Roy has a part in this production?
Roy? What's he got to do with this?
Roy and Rex, naturally, I suppose they're in it.
Well, how do I know? I only met them yesterday.
Besides, they're football players, not actors.
And you suddenly, overnight, are an actress. It's out of the question.
- Out of the question? - I don't want you in that atmosphere.
What atmosphere? It's a school play!
I've told you, I don't want you mixing with those boys.
It's just another excuse to make dates with them, and to get close with them.
- You don't love me. - I do love you.
- You don't love me. - I do love you, Lolita.
You're driving me crazy. You won't let me do anything.
You just want to keep me locked up with you in this filthy house.
Now, dear, go and wash your face. I'll go downstairs and start the roast.
- You'll regret this. - Wash your face.
- I'll go downstairs and start the roast. - You'll be sorry you won't...
And don't smudge your toenails.
Lo?
Good evening, Dr. Humbert.
Oh.
Who are you?
I am Dr. Zemph.
Dr. Humbert, I am pleased to meet you.
I am the Beardsley High School psychologist.
Have you been here...? Uh... I mean, how did you get in?
Well, your little daughter opened the door to me...
on the way to her piano lesson...
and she said I was to wait in here until your arrival.
And so here I am.
Sit down. Make yourself at home.
I sat in the dark so as to save you the expense of the electricity. Ha-ha-ha.
That was very considerate of you.
It's a great pleasure.
Uh, what can I do for you, Dr. Zemph?
Dr. Humbert, would you mind if I am putting to you the blunt question?
No, by all means do so.
We are wondering, has anybody, uh, instructed Lolita in the facts of life?
- The facts...? - The facts of life.
You see, Lolita is a sweet little child...
but the onset of maturity seems to be giving her...
a certain amount of trouble.
I really don't think that this is a fit topic.
Well, Dr. Humbert, to you she is still the little girl what is cradled in the arms...
but to those boys over there at the Beardsley High...
she is a lovely girl, you know...
with the swing, you know, the jazz...
and she has got the curvatures which they take a lot of notice of.
You and I, what are we?
We are symbols of power, sitting in our offices.
We are making the signatures, writing the contracts...
and decisions all the time.
But if we cast our minds back...
Just think, what were we only yesterday?
Yesterday, Dr. Humbert...
you and I were little High School Jim...
and we were carrying High School Jane's schoolbooks.
You remember those days?
In point of fact, uh, Dr. Zemph, I am a lecturer in French literature.
I have not made my point quite clear.
I have some other details which I would like to put to you, Dr. Humbert.
Here. "She is defiant and rude. Sighs a good deal in the class."
She sighs, makes the sound of:
"Chews gum vehemently." All the time she is chewing this gum.
"Handles books gracefully."
That doesn't really matter. "Voice is pleasant.
Giggles rather often and is excitable." She giggles at things.
"A little dreamy. Concentration is poor."
She looks at the book for a while and then she gets fed up with it.
"Has private jokes of her own."
Which no one understands so they can't enjoy them with her.
"She either has exceptional control or she has no control at all."
We cannot decide which.
Added to that, just yesterday, uh, Dr. Humbert...
she wrote a most obscene word with the lipstick, if you please...
on the health pamphlet.
And so, in our opinion, she is suffering from acute repression of the libido...
of the natural instincts.
I fail to see the significance of all this...
as far as her record as a student is concerned, Dr. Zemph.
We Americans...
we are progressively modern.
We believe that it is equally important to prepare the pupils...
for the mutually satisfactory mating and the successful child rearing.
- That is what we believe. - What do you suggest?
I am suggesting...
that Dr. Cudler, who is the district psychologist to the Board of Education...
should visit you in the home with his three-member board of psychologists...
and once they are in the home they can investigate thoroughly...
in the home situation, with all four of them.
Mm. The... ? The home situation?
So that they can get straight at the source of the repression.
But she's not being repressed, Dr. Zemph.
Do I take it then that, uh, you are refusing to cooperate...
with Dr. Cudler and those men what he's got?
I am not refusing anything at all, but please understand me.
- No, I don't want to... - What are you saying then?
I absolutely refuse...
to have a quartet of strange psychologists...
nosing around my house.
Dr. Humbert...
I'm afraid that...
uh, you may have no choice.
Cigarette?
- No choice? - No choice.
Keep the pack.
Look, Dr. Humbert...
I don't wish to take this to a higher level of authority...
- ... if I can possibly help it. Understand? - I should hope not.
So you must help me.
What can I do?
I don't know, but perhaps there is another approach that we can take...
something new altogether, some new approach. What would you say?
Would you like that?
Some new area of adjustment that Lolita could find...
perhaps by taking a larger share of the extracurricular school activities?
I have never objected to her taking part in the extracurricular...
- School activities. - Pardon me.
You see, we have questioned Lolita on the home situation...
but she says not a word, stays with her lips buttoned up.
So we are speaking with her friends, and they are saying things...
which I wouldn't repeat to you here.
But there is one thing which has arisen from this which is quite clear:
That you, Dr. Humbert, should definitely un-veto...
that girl's nonparticipation in the school play.
Perhaps I was wrong in the attitude that I took about the school play.
That's very big of you to admit that. While you're at it...
why don't you also loosen up a bit more on the other two D's...
the "dating" and the "dance"?
Do you think that those are equally important?
Dr. Humbert, I tell you what I do think.
I feel that you and I should do all in our power to stop that old Dr. Cudler...
and his quartet of psychologists from fiddling around...
in the home situation. That's what I feel.
Don't you agree with me?
I stand before you, a rearsome bucky goat no more.
Tremble not, little nymph.
You see before you a weary goat.
The bewitcher is bewitched.
Look, Semiramis, look!
Yes, the goat removeth his horns.
- Let us take him to the Dark Kingdom. - Yes.
To the Dark Kingdom, away, away!
Why, good evening, Dr. Humbert.
Miss Starch! Good evening!
- Did you enjoy the performance? - Very much. I enjoyed every minute of it.
I wondered if the symbolism wasn't heavy-handed at times.
I know what you mean, but weren't the boys and girls charming?
They were, weren't they? And particularly little Lolita.
She was quite perfect. You must be awfully proud of her.
Yes, I am. You know, her performance took me completely by surprise.
She made me promise not to watch any of the rehearsals.
They're so intense at that age.
She must have worked awfully hard.
No wonder you decided to suspend her piano lessons.
After all, there are only...
I beg your pardon, did you say, "suspend her piano lessons"?
Yes.
- Do you play, Dr. Humbert? - Well, hardly at all now.
Didn't she have a lesson with you last Saturday?
- No. - Nor the preceding Saturday?
No. She called to say she was busy rehearsing.
Busy rehearsing?
As a matter of fact, she hasn't had a lesson for...
let me see, four weeks.
I hope I haven't spoken out of turn.
No, no, not at all. I must have misunderstood, that's all.
By the way, Dr. Humbert, there's so few people in Beardsley...
who appreciate music, I was wondering, sometime...
if you'd like to come by and I could play something for you.
Yes, of course, certainly I will. Thank you. Excuse me now.
- Oh. Good evening, Dr. Humbert. - Hi, Dad!
- Wasn't it wonderful? - How did you like it?
There's a party for the cast and author.
- Everybody's invited. - I must take Lolita home.
- What? - Our starlet's had enough excitement.
It's really gonna be fun.
I wouldn't want you to miss any more piano lessons.
- I haven't missed any. - You know what I'm talking about.
Say good night.
This isn't a regular party, it's a cast party.
Come on.
- This is the cast party... - We'll discuss it later.
Brewster...
go and get some Type A Kodachrome.
Okay.
- You're not going upstairs. - Yes, I am!
- We're having a talk. - Let go!
- You're hurting my arm! - Stop shouting!
You let me go, you jerk! Let go of me!
Sit down! Now you're going to answer a few questions.
You've got a big, fat nerve, dragging me away.
- Stop that silly noise! - Who do you think you are?
Want the police to come in here?
- Stop that shouting. - I hope the police do come here. You freak!
All right, now the doors are shut. Come on, shout!
Let's hear how loud you can shout. Come on, come on, come on.
Now perhaps you will tell me.
What were you doing on Saturday between 2 and 4 in the afternoon?
I went to my piano lesson.
- That's a lie. - It is not.
I happen to know you haven't been to a piano lesson for four weeks.
Yeah? Just ask Miss Starch.
I asked Miss Starch. How do you think I know?
She told me. I saw her tonight. Didn't you see her at the performance?
Yeah.
Now tell me.
What have you been doing these afternoons?
- You really wanna know? - Yes, I do. I really want to know.
All right. I'm gonna tell you the real truth of what I've been doing.
I've been going to extra rehearsals.
That's the most fatuous lie you could possibly think up.
Don't say any more. I know what you've been doing.
You've been with this leading man of yours...
this Roy, isn't that so?
You're sick.
Stop! Don't throw those silly, silly clichés at me.
Don't tell me any more.
You've been with this boy?
- Come on, tell me. - You need help.
- You're imagining things. - Shut up, Lolita! Stop that silly talk!
Lolita.
Now, if you swear to me that this isn't true I promise that I will believe you.
I won't swear anything. You'll never believe me, no matter what.
I will believe you.
No, you won't. Let's face it, you won't.
I'll forget the whole thing. I'll never question you about it again.
No, you'll never believe me. Why should I swear to you?
All right, I believe you.
It's partly my fault. I realize that.
It's something that's happened on account of this horrible place.
These people poking their noses into our business...
and I never see you anymore, with your soda fountains, and your extra...
Stop doing that!
But we could leave this place perhaps.
Yes, there's nothing to keep us here.
We haven't any obligations here. We don't owe rent to anybody.
We could just pack up our bags. Tonight. We could go now.
I could take you for a wonderful trip round the country.
You can't leave here.
Why not?
You've gotta work. What about your job?
My job doesn't mean anything. I could always publish articles...
My book's going to be published soon. It's a wonderful idea.
I have to go to school. What about my education?
Education? What sort of an education do you think you're getting here?
You got a much better education when you were traveling around with me.
Well, look, the play has two more performances next week.
Don't start talking about the play. That's what's just come between us.
That's what started this whole row!
Don't you want to get back to where we were...
before we came to this horrible place?
Don't you want to come away with me?
No!
I hate you!
- I hate you! - Lolita!
You want to stay with this filthy boy!
Yes!
- Why can't you leave me alone? - Shut your mouth...
- ... you horrid little psychopath! - Don't tell me what to do!
I promise you one thing:
You're not gonna see these filthy boys anymore.
- That's one thing that... - I've got news for you.
I'll do anything I want to, anytime I want to...
- ... with anyone I want... - Shut your filthy mouth!
- ... and you can't stop me! - Shut up!
- Miss Le Bone. - Dr. Humbert, uh, may I come in?
What can I do for you?
Well, this is a little awkward to say, but I'm...
I thought you ought to know, this noise, I can hear every word next door.
Well, we were having a family row.
The child's voice is very shrill when she gets upset.
Yes, of course, I understand perfectly, but, well, l...
I happen to have company and he's a minister of the church, and you know...
Perhaps you can convey my apologies to him.
We were quarrelling about piano lessons.
Hello, dear.
Hello, Miss Le Bone.
Good night.
- What a pretty getup. - She was in the school play tonight.
Yes, of course, the school play.
Dr. Humbert, I do hope...
you don't think that I'm presuming on our good neighbor relations...
but, um, I should tell you that the neighbors are beginning...
to get curious about you and your girl.
- I can't think why they should do that. - Well, you know how people talk. Ha, ha.
I must get back to my guest.
Would you care to join us?
That's very nice of you, thank you, but I'll take a rain check, as they say.
Oh, right.
Well, uh, good night.
Good night.
Come on, we're going home.
- Wait. - I forbade you to go to the party.
I wasn't going to.
- Who were you talking to? - I tried to call you.
You were speaking to somebody just now on the telephone. Who was that?
I got a wrong number.
Listen, I've decided something.
Yes?
I want to leave school.
You what?
I don't want you to be mad at me anymore.
Everything's gonna be great from now on.
- You mean that? - I hate school, and I hate the play.
I really do. I never want to go back.
That's good.
Let's leave tomorrow. We can go for a long trip...
and we'll go wherever I want to, won't we?
Ha-ha-ha. Yes, my darling.
Are you glad? - Yes, of course I am.
To hell with the play! See what I mean?
Yes, that's good.
Let's go home. I feel sort of romantic.
The brakes were relined, the water pipes unplugged...
the valves ground.
We had promised Beardsley School that we would be back...
as soon as my Hollywood engagement came to an end.
Inventive Humbert was to be, I hinted, chief consultant in production of a film...
dealing with existentialism, still a hot thing at the time.
I cannot tell you the exact day when I first knew with utter certainty...
that a strange car was following us.
Queer how I misinterpreted the designation of doom.
Fill her up, please.
I'm cold, I'm gonna get a sweater.
- Oh! - Watch it, please!
Do you have to drive so fast? You're gonna get us killed.
What's the big, fat hurry, anyway?
There's been a car following us which we've been trying to lose.
What?
However, I haven't seen it recently. I think we've lost it.
Really?
I didn't want to scare you, but it's followed us for three days...
and yesterday it was parked outside the motel.
- I haven't seen any car. Are you sure? - Yes, I am sure.
I think you're imagining things.
What did that man ask you in the service station?
What man?
There was a man in the service station. I saw you when I was in the john.
I didn't see any man at the... Oh, yes, that man.
Uh, he wondered if I had a map. I guess he got lost.
Lo, now listen, please.
I don't know if you're lying to me, or if you're insane...
and I don't really care any longer, but that man, I believe...
was in the car that's been following us.
- That's ridiculous. - I think he's a cop.
- A cop? - Yes.
If he is, the worst thing we can do is let him know we're scared.
Let's just ignore him, and slow down.
Would you kindly tell me, please...
what you said to him exactly and what he said to you?
I told you.
Well, did he ask you where we were going?
All he asked was if I had a map.
I'd have thought that he'd ask the man at the service station.
Well, I would have thought he would too.
Anyhow, I think we've lost him.
I told you not to drive so fast!
Leave me alone, can't you?
- Don't talk to me that way. - Do you think I wanted to have a blowout?
Hey, look, all the nines changed to the next...
- Shh! There it is. - What?
The car. Don't you recognize it now?
No.
Don't look now.
I don't want him to think that we've seen him.
- What's he stopping for? - Maybe he's gonna help us.
He can't help us, stopping way back there like that.
It can't be the police because if they were, they'd pull up beside us and write a ticket.
- But the police... - Shh! I'm trying to think.
Maybe it's a special kind of police who are just supposed to follow people.
Yeah, like the vice squad. Scaddy, wow.
Be quiet. Stop talking. We've got to think about this.
What are we going to do?
Am I being quiet enough?
Don't try to be clever, please. I've got a terrific pain in my arm.
- Really? Hmm. - I don't know what I did to it.
Well, what are we gonna do now?
I'm gonna get out of this car...
walk down the road and speak to him face to face.
I'll say, "What are you doing?"
- I wouldn't do that. - Why not?
Well, it, uh, might be dangerous.
My arm is killing me.
I don't seem to be able to breathe properly.
It's probably just gas pains.
Yeah, it must be that.
Maybe you ought to see a doctor in the next town?
No, I'll be all right.
It's probably just something I ate.
Wait a minute.
I once read in a Reader's Digest that this is the way heart attacks start.
Shut up, will you?
Shut up yourself!
I'm tired of hearing about your moans and groans.
If you want to know something, I feel pretty lousy myself.
He's moving.
Big deal.
He's turning around.
He's going away.
Are you feeling cold?
Yeah.
I feel all achy.
I bet I'm getting the Asiatic flu.
Here, let me feel your head.
- We make a fine pair, don't we? - Mm.
You just relax and stretch out on the seat, if that will make you feel better...
and I will see what I can do about...
changing the tire.
- Good morning, Miss... - Good morning, Mr. Humbert.
Good morning, Mr. Humbert. We seem to be going the same way.
I was just about to give your daughter some medicine.
How is she? - She's much better today.
Her temperature's normal and her cough's gone.
Here's your father, dear.
- Hi. - Hello.
- How are you feeling? - I feel fine.
You're looking much better.
- What gruesome flowers. - Oh?
But thanks anyway.
Nurse, can you find, uh, some water to put these in, please?
Certainly.
Have you been getting notes in the hospital?
Excuse me.
Does your father think that you get notes from my boyfriend?
I just thought it might be a bill from the hospital or something.
Do you have to antagonize everybody?
It was a perfectly reasonable question.
What's the matter with you anyway? You look kind of slimy.
- I'm afraid I'm coming down with a cold. - Mm.
- Caught it from me? - I suppose.
Mr. Humbert, would you please move your car to the visitors' parking lot?
I'm sorry. I was in a hurry and I didn't feel too bright.
But you've parked it right next to a sign saying "staff only."
All right. I shall leave in a moment.
I'm sorry, but these are the hospital rules.
Mary was only trying to be helpful.
I've no doubt she's been just as helpful with you all the time.
She has.
Uh, and I shouldn't wonder if you two have been exchanging confessions.
Come on now, let's not start that all up again.
I brought you some books.
My friend, Professor Baer, The Romantic Poets...
and here's something you might like, The History of Dancing...
and Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man by James Joyce, you might like.
- Whose are these? These are not yours. - Those are Mary's.
And since when have nurses worn dark glasses when on duty?
There we go again.
When did the doctor say that you can leave the hospital?
What?
Are you going to read the magazine or talk to me?
Sure.
When did the doctor say that you can leave?
I think he wants me to stay another 48 hours.
That's all right. We can start early on Tuesday morning...
and we'll make the Mexican border in three days...
and that'll be the end of all those mysterious agents following us around.
Mr. Humbert, I must ask you to move your car.
I'm just leaving.
Goodbye.
Might catch your cold.
I shall stay in tonight and nurse my cold...
so I shan't see you until tomorrow morning.
Bye-bye.
Hello?
Uh, hello. Is that Professor Humbert?
Yes.
How are you, professor?
I'm... Who is this, please?
Heh, heh. I'm sort of really sorry to, uh, disturb you.
I hope I really haven't woken you at this terribly late hour.
I was wondering if you'd been enjoying your stay...
in our lovely little town here.
Who's this calling?
Oh, my name... It doesn't matter about that.
It's really an obscure and unremarkable name...
you understand, professor.
But my department is sort of concerned, uh, sort of concerned with the bizarre...
rumors that have been circulating about you and that lovely, remarkable girl...
you've been traveling with.
Look, I'm very much afraid you'll have to identify yourself...
because this conversation is becoming more and more preposterous.
Professor, now tell me something...
I guess all this traveling around you do...
you don't get much time to, uh, see a psychiatrist regularly...
is that right?
I have no psychiatrist, and I don't need a psychiatrist!
I'll tell you why I ask, you see...
you're, uh, classified in our files, professor...
you're classified in our files as a white, widowed male.
I wonder if you'd be prepared to give our investigator...
a report, professor, on your...
uh, current sex life, if any.
I don't know who you are, and I certainly have no interest...
in your investigators, so I'm afraid that you will have to...
terminate this conversation.
Professor, "afraid" is Freudian lingo...
- Can I help you, sir? - Yes. My name is Humbert.
I want to pay the bill of Miss Haze in Room 3. I'm taking her home.
Have you gotten permission from the doctor?
I can do what I choose. It's nothing to do with the doctor.
You must have permission from the doctor.
What is this, a prison or a hospital?
I'm afraid you'll have to speak to Dr. Keagy.
Calling Dr. Keagy. Dr. Keagy, come to Reception, please.
I'll just go into her room to alert her.
No. No, you can't go in there.
I'll get her to get her bags ready.
Dr. Keagy will be down in just a minute. Why don't you wait?
- Yes, Miss Fromkiss? - Dr. Keagy, Mr. Humbert.
How long have you had that cough, Mr. Humbert?
I'm all right, thank you. I simply want to pay the bill...
for Miss Haze in Room 3 and take her away from here.
Miss Haze, Room 3.
Wasn't she discharged earlier this evening?
- I'll see. - No, she couldn't have been.
Yes, she was discharged at 8:15 this evening.
That's impossible.
- Right here, she was discharged at 8:15. - I don't care about that.
You, Nurse What's-your-name. She's still in there, isn't she?
Mr. Humbert, your daughter left earlier this evening.
That's ridiculous.
Where are you going?
Come back here, now.
You can't go in there now, it's a hospital.
Where have you put her? Get your hands off!
Where is she?
Hold him. Hold him.
Let go of me!
What do you think you're doing? - Hold it!
Where is she?
Easy. - Sidney, get a straightjacket.
All right. I'm calm.
Doctor, this man must be psychotic.
His stepdaughter was a patient...
and she left this evening in care of her uncle.
- Her uncle! Did you say "uncle"? - Yes.
- Let me go. - Hold him!
Hold him now. Got him, Andre?
Yeah. Yeah.
All right. Let me go.
Now look, mister...
you've caused quite a serious disturbance here. Now, hold it!
If you like, we'll call the police.
The police? No. We don't need the police. It's quite all right.
All right. Let's get this business straight.
This girl was officially discharged earlier tonight in the care of her uncle.
If you say so.
Has she or hasn't she an uncle?
All right, let's say she has an uncle.
What do you mean, "let's say she has an uncle"?
All right, she has an uncle.
Uncle Gus, yes, I remember now...
he was going to pick her up here at the hospital. I forgot that.
You forgot? - Yes, I forgot.
It's a strange thing to forget. - No, it's not so strange.
You don't know my brother Gus. He's very easy to forget.
He's drunk, that's what's the matter.
That's right, I've been drinking too much.
I have personal problems, you understand?
Here it is, doctor. - No, no, it's all right, Sidney.
Would you like some black coffee or something?
No, not now, thank you. I really ought to move on now.
Think you feel well enough to leave?
Yes. Just let me up. I'm fine now, much better.
See that he gets home all right.
All right, let him up.
Uh, she didn't, by any chance, leave any message for me?
No, I suppose not.
Well...
gee, what a surprise.
So this is what Mrs. Richard T. Schiller looks like.
You'll have to excuse my appearance, but you've caught me on ironing day.
But do come in.
You're looking marvelous. Can I take your coat?
No, I'd rather keep it.
I wrote to you about a week ago.
I was beginning to think you were sore or something.
I must say I wouldn't blame you if you were.
A fine thing, me dropping out of sight for so long...
and then writing you for a handout.
- Would you like a cup of coffee? - No, thank you...
Or a drink, maybe?
No.
Ugh. I won't be able to do that in another month.
Is that him?
The one facing us.
Yes, that's Dick.
He doesn't know a thing about you and me...
so please watch what you say.
That's ridiculous. You don't expect me to believe that, do you?
Why not? You don't think I'd tell him, do you?
Who does he think that I am?
My stepfather.
Then this isn't the man who took you from the hospital?
No, of course not.
How long have you known him?
About a year. I met him in Phoenix. I was working as a waitress.
Who is the man that I'm looking for?
There's no point in going into that. It's all over.
Lolita, I have to know.
I'm sorry, but I can't tell you.
Lolita, I have a perfect right to know this.
Criminy! I should never have written to you.
You wouldn't have written if you hadn't needed the money.
Now, if you're a sensible girl...
and if you want what I've come to give you...
you'll tell me what I want to know.
Do you remember Dr. Zemph?
Dr. Zemph?
That German psychologist that came to see you at Beardsley.
Was it him?
Not exactly.
I didn't come here to play guessing games.
Tell me who it was.
Well, give me a chance to explain.
All right.
You remember that car that used to follow us around?
I'm not likely to forget that in a hurry.
Do you remember Mother's old flame at the school dance?
No, you probably wouldn't remember him.
You remember the guy that you talked to at that hotel on the way back from camp?
He pretended he was part of that police convention.
Vaguely, yes.
And do you remember that guy who called you at the motel?
The night you disappeared?
Yes, I remember him very well.
And yet, you still haven't guessed?
I told you that I'm not playing games with you.
Tell me who it was.
It was Clare Quilty.
Who was Clare Quilty?
All of them, of course.
You mean, Dr. Zemph, he was Clare Quilty?
Well, congratulations.
I don't suppose it ever occurred to you that when you moved into our house...
my whole world didn't revolve around you.
I'd had a crush on him ever since the times...
that he used to come and visit Mother.
He wasn't like you and me.
He wasn't a normal person.
He was a genius.
He had a kind of...
beautiful Japanese, Oriental philosophy of life.
You know that hotel we stopped at on the way back from camp?
It was just by accident that he was staying there...
but it didn't take him long to figure out what was going on between us.
From that moment on he was up to every trick he could think of.
And he did all these brilliant tricks for the sheer fun of tormenting me?
Well, sometimes he had to, like the German psychologist bit.
He had to trick you into letting me be in his play...
otherwise how would I ever see him?
So that's why you wanted to be in the play?
That's right.
The times you were supposed to be practicing the piano...
- ... you were actually with this man? - Mm-hm.
I guess he was the only guy I was ever really crazy about.
Aren't you forgetting something?
Oh, Dick.
Dick's very sweet...
and we're very happy together...
but I guess it's just not the same thing.
And I? I suppose I never counted, of course.
You have no right to say that. After all, the past is the past.
What happened to this Oriental-minded genius?
Look, don't make fun of me. I don't have to tell you a blasted thing.
I'm not making fun of you.
I'm merely trying to find out what happened.
When you left the hospital, where did he take you?
To New Mexico.
Whereabouts in New Mexico?
To a dude ranch near Santa Fe.
The only problem with it was, he had a bunch of weird friends there.
- What kind of weird friends? - Weird.
Painters, nudists, writers, weightlifters.
I figured I could take anything for a few weeks...
because I loved him. He was going to Hollywood...
to write one of those spectaculars...
and he promised to get me a studio contract...
but it never turned out that way.
Instead he wanted me to cooperate with the others...
in making some kind of... You know, an art movie.
An art movie.
Yeah.
And you did it?
No, I didn't do it.
And so he kicked me out.
You could have come back to me.
Excuse me, sweetheart, Bill's cut his thumb.
It's just a scratch.
Dick, this is my stepfather, Professor Humbert.
- How do you do, professor? - How do you do?
This is our neighbor, Bill Crest.
- Glad to meet you, professor. - How do you do?
Gee, uh, Lo's told me so much about you.
Well, uh, I guess we might as well fix that thumb.
This is a grand surprise, professor.
When you didn't answer the letter we were afraid that you were...
still sore at Lo for having run away from home.
Oh.
Yes.
- How about a beer? - No, thank you.
I'll bet you're dry after that long drive.
This is some of that foreign beer. You'll like it.
No beer, thank you.
Bandages are upstairs.
- Sorry. - That's all right.
- Can I get you anything else? You hungry? - Nothing, thank you.
How are you two getting along?
Just fine.
Speak up. His phone's on the blink.
One of those for me?
Sure, hon.
I hope you're planning on staying a while.
You caught us a little unprepared but we'll try and make you feel at home.
I shall have to be on my way, I'm afraid.
You can have the bed upstairs.
We sleep down here because Lo likes to watch the TV.
He can't stay, Dick.
Oh. What a shame. I wish you could.
Why don't you tell him about Alaska?
Yeah. Uh, I guess Lo explained to you about going to Alaska...
and all that, in the letter.
It's a marvelous opportunity up there.
An opportunity for a guy like me to get in on the ground floor.
Industry's opening up...
and if we can scrape together enough money...
with maybe your help, heh, well, we can go.
We've got a few back debts, we kind of overextended ourselves.
How are the Farlows?
Oh. John Farlow's all right. It was he who gave me your letter, of course.
She's sure a swell kid, Professor Haze. She sure is.
She's just nuts about dogs and kids. She's gonna make a swell mother too.
Alaska's a great place for kids, you know. Lots of room for them to run around.
Well, it's as good as new.
Well, we'd better get back to work, Bill. I guess you two have a lot to talk about.
- Been a pleasure meeting you, professor. - Thank you.
When you've finished, Dad... I hope you don't mind me calling you that.
come out back and I'll show you what I'm making for the kid.
Thank you.
Just holler, sweetheart, if you want me for KP.
Dick's awfully sweet, isn't he?
- Come here. - What's going on?
What are you doing?
This may be neither here nor there but I've got to say it.
Life is very short.
Between here and that old car outside are 25 paces.
Make them, now, right now.
What?
Come away with me now, just as you are.
You mean you'll give us the money only if I go to a hotel with you?
No, you've got it all wrong.
I want you to leave your husband and this awful house.
I want you to live with me and die with me and everything with me.
You must be crazy.
No, I'm perfectly serious, Lo. I've never been less crazy in all my life.
We'll start afresh. We can forget everything that has happened.
- No, it's too late. - No, it's not too late.
Keep your voice down.
Don't tell me it's too late, because it's not.
If you want time to think, that's all right...
because I've waited already for three years and I can wait...
for the rest of my life if necessary.
You're not giving anything up, there's nothing here to keep you.
All right, this man is married to you, but that's purely incidental.
It was an accident that you met him in the first place.
You're not bound to him, whereas you are bound to me...
by everything that we have lived through together, you and I.
I'm going to have his baby in three months.
I know.
I've ruined too many things in my life. I can't do that to him, he needs me.
Come on now, don't make a scene.
Stop crying! He could walk in here at any minute.
Will you please stop crying?
There are no strings attached.
It's your money anyway.
It comes from the rent of the house.
There's $400 in cash.
Four hundred dollars.
I've made out a check here for $2500.
Two thousand, five hundred...
There's someone in Ramsdale...
who's prepared to take care of the mortgages on the house...
and make a down payment of $10,000.
There's the papers.
You mean we're getting $13,000?
That's wonderful.
Come on now, don't cry.
I'm sorry.
Try to understand.
I'm really sorry that I cheated so much...
but I guess that's just the way things are.
Where are you going?
Hey, listen. Let's keep in touch.
I'll write to you when we get to Alaska.
Quilty!